#hyperpregnant

[dilfpregcentral]

(he/him)

Monsterfucking is all fun and games until you’re carrying his baby 🥰 more of this guy and his monster husband here: #broodmate

[lunabroodmother]

You've had a nasty habit of pumping yourself full of fertility supplements and going out to find someone to take you and breed you. A habit that made you so horny you didn't notice him slipping you stronger supplements. You were practically begging him to fuck you, you could feel yourself dripping down your leg, tingling with an intense need. He hasn't even closed the door before you were bent over, presenting yourself for him. The first touch was like lightning, you couldn't help but cum yourself. You could hear him talking but your head was so dizzy you couldn't make it out, a sudden pause as he whispers in your ear. I knew you were going to be a good breeder, I could tell you were so fertile even before I slipped you those experimental supplements. Then switching his pace to a harder and more primal speed, one that made it clear what he was going to do. Finally you were going to be bred full, you'll be able to walk around showing off your brood. You never felt anything like it before, his hot and thick seed filling your womb, pumping so much into you that you could feel pressure building. It only took a couple seconds after he filled you for you to feel it starting, your dress tightened with a firmness growing in your lower belly. His hands rubbing your growing belly, such a shame I liked this dress, too bad it will be in pieces soon. Feeling him harden again inside he begins to fuck his seed deeper into you. Your dress now straining to hold your belly, seams about to burst. His second round of cum was much the same as before but caused you to grow much faster. Your dress ripping at the seams exposing your belly as it approached your knees. He wasn't slowing down either, only short breaks have you time to catch your breath before he started again. You lost count how many times he had bred you, but you had never felt better. Your panties had snapped off your growing hips and ass long ago and the remnants of your tattered dress finally gave up as your growing tits finally burst free. The immense weight of your belly starting to weight you down making it hard to stay bent over, but before you could say anything the weight began to ease up. Wait your belly was on the floor now, slowly your feet were lifted off the floor. Panting he finally pulled out, hope shit I think you might be my new record, none of my other breeders have ever gotten as big as you. Stunned you can only watch as you continue to rise as your belly grows more and more, you could feel movement now. The growing brood was starting to get big enough to feel movement, it felt...so good, you need him to fuck you again. You had only hoped he could still reach as your belly lifted you higher and higher. Finally you had become a true incubator, unable to do anything but grow and take his seed. You loved it

oh.

Oh my dear anon, I love this. There is a special place in my heart for stories involving experimental fertility supplements.

[plumpedxprincess]

Doctor's came out with a new drug that would decrease the duration of pregnancy and needed volunteers. You were warned that the growth would be rapid and signed the waiver, only as you swallowed the pill you remembered that you family had a history of multiples during pregnancy. Twins were common but all of your sisters had triplets the last time. The pleasure was sudden and intense, as they place the ultrasound wand on you panic erupts in the room. Catching a glimpse of the screen you count 4 rapidly growing babies.

"um i forgot to mention– ohhhh," you try to explain as a growth spurt hits, your belly pushing through the cloth gown they gave you for the trial. your hands fly to your stomach, in awe of the rapid transformation as a wave of pleasure and pain shoots through you. your boobs ache as they grow alongside your expanding belly, straining against the bra you left on. your fingers shake as you work to unclip the tight fabric, and you remove your bra just in time for your boobs to plump up another cup size.

"my family has a history of multiples," you finally manage to get out, laying back on the hospital bed trying to catch your breath.

"i'll say," one of the nurses mutters, saying something about running to get more medicines for the IV drip attached to your arm, injecting you with nutrients as well as the rapid growth serum.

you moan as your belly expands, your hips cutting into the lining of your panties. everything is growing rapidly, from your ass to your tits to your ballooning belly.

"feeling okay?" a doctor asks, holding a clipboard.

you nod as you feel a gush of wetness flow south. you've never felt so horny in your life.

"the serum also has an aphrodisiac element to curb the pain of the rapid growth. we just increased your formula considering you're growing multiples, so you might start feeling those side effects," the doctor says. "pushing into the second trimester now."

only the second trimester? you look eight months pregnant with a single baby currently. the heft of your belly is weighing you down, and you struggle to try and sit up, letting the continuously expanding bulge rest between your stretched out legs.

you huff from the effort, resting your hands on your back to stretch. as you arch your back, you look down, noticing just how large your midsection has become.

"you'll start to feel some movement in a moment," a nurse says, and you watch in morbid fascination as your belly begins contorting, the offspring inside you beginning to jostle for room as they grow.

"oh god," you touch each little movement with your hands, feeling another rush of pleasure hit you in your core. you try to reach down, but between your expansive belly and fat thighs you can't make contact with your clit or anything for that matter. "ugh, i'm so full"

"nearly at the third trimester, this is when the babies grow the most, and they look like they are measuring in a higher percentile than most," says a doctor.

god. you're so full of so many babies and they are all so large. leave it up to you to be the biggest trial of this experiment.

the room is a buzz with anticipation as you groan through another growth spurt, getting impossibly bigger.

your boobs rest on your shelf of a belly, pushed up into your face. they ache like hell and you hear a nurse mention lactation starting soon.

the movement is insane. you feel so full of babies, so transformed within just the last thirty minutes. the children in your womb jostle against each over and your belly is so big it seems to move on its own, leaving you moaning as you move with it.

you can't reach your arms around yourself anymore but you can feel your belly button straining against the occupants within you.

"alright that's time," a doctor informs you, "you should be full term. now we just have to wait for your water to break."

"how long until that?" as much as you're uncomfortable and fuller than ever, you're also immensely enjoying the feeling of creating life and letting it grow within you.

"hmm anywhere between two hours and two weeks. part of the trial."

"what?!" you were fine with this when it was only a brief pregnancy but the idea that you might be stuck this big for so long makes you realize just how immobile you've become. you probably can't even walk at the moment. your belly towers in front of you, full of movement and life. your boobs have finally started to leak. you couldn't even lean back without being crushed by your own body if you wanted to.

"it's all part of the trial! will be interesting to see how long it takes with multiples. i'll be back."

and with that, the doctors move out of the room, leaving you and your massive brood to wait it out.

[crowninginmypanties]

You’re a college student pregnant with a litter of werewolf pups, giving birth to your fifth litter right into your panties in the closet of your parents’ house. They have no idea that you’re pregnant, have any babies, are gay, or are fully addicted to werewolf cock. The floor is soaked with your water and milk. You can’t stop moaning even though you have to be quiet, you’re just too much of a birth slut. You watch your obscenely bulging panties fill with your furry pup over and over, never fully able to push it out. After an hour of this, you finally take your panties off, your birth canal filled to the brim. Right as your parents open the door, they see you, completely naked, extremely pregnant, cumming your brains out while you give birth, spilling furry puppy after puppy onto their floor as you moan about how much of a faggy birth slut you are. Even after you notice they’re there, you just can’t stop giving birth, helplessly moaning 17 pups out as your parents call you a disappointment

[soft-bunny-tummy]

A normal pregnancy

or

a pregnancy where you are rapidly growing bigger, feeling and seeing your belly and tits swell. Day by day for a month or two you're an inch bigger and spilling out of your bras. At 8 weeks you're the size you would be at 9 months and you stay that size for the rest of it. Maybe an aggressive growth spurt where you gain a cup size over the day and the belly grows out of your top here and there.

okay this is actually so embarrassing that i could feel myself get warm between my legs as i read this 😖😖😖 i can’t explain how absolutely perfect that sounds, to be so big and massive so early on and just stay that size. i crave so so badly to be so round and heavy, for my body to catch people’s attentions, for the looks as people wonder what i must be pregnant with or when i am due. i just love the idea of hyperpreg so much of just swelling up so quick people see my pregnant for so long and they wonder when i’m gonna pop 😖

but you combined it with random growth spurts and i think this is my new fantasy now 🥹 to be so huge and still randomly feeling the babies grow, for my hips to widen even further and feel my belly hang that much lower. oh god now i’m getting worked up at work! 😓

[mothmanmorphs]

[monsterspicelovers]

Abduction: It Came for You P.2 (+18)

Pairing: Tentacle monster/alien x AFAB reader

Warning: Hyper pregnancy, body horror ish, sometimes depressing, breastfeeding, talk of birth, possibly unsettling descriptions, dirty talk, a little praise kink.

3 months~ It has been three months since the night you met your surprise boyfriend, and you’ve learned a few things.

His name is Arzon.

He is clingy (you love it mostly but it can be annoying).

He left home to start his “pod,” calling you his “Queen.”

Speaking of his pod, the pain and nausea have largely settled from your baby bump. If you could call it that. It’s huge, but still the same size as that night; skin tight and red from its rapid growth. You have a craving for shrimp but that’s not coming from you. You ignore it for now, just babies being babies. Sudden twitches shiver your whole body, like a series of violent flutters.

💭”Okay, okay, I get it.”

You get up from bed, arching your back to stretch. Your belly and boobs are already so heavy, needing to catch your breath as you waddle your way to the kitchen. You see Arzon sitting in the living room, looking at something intensely as he bounces a tentacle. You try to peak but his giant head is in the way.

You couldn’t puzzle on it long as the flutters continued. Arzon quickly slithers to you when he heard the freezer open, cuddling behind you.

“What’cha working on babe?” You ask as you search for shrimp.

He was silent for a while, wrapping tighter around your chest.

Bzzzz~ “.Not. .Important. .Now. .Queen.” The translator buzzed, nuzzling his face on your collarbone.

Oh, okay? Maybe his translator needs more words, only built it two months ago.

“Hey babe have you seen the shrimp?” You change the subject, but you did actually need help.

He got it from the low shelf… you are blind even with your glasses.

6 months~ It’s two in the morning, you’re having a harder time getting out of bed. Shuffling your way to the bathroom because your belly pushes on your bladder, with unrelated discharge. You get to relieve yourself but need to pick up your stomach to wipe, it practically grew four times its size from months ago.

You haven’t had any sleep, which was normal but pregnancy fatigue hits harder than any all-nighter. Leaning over the sink, you see how much of a hot mess you still are: large eye bags, unkept hair, haven’t left the house for years; nothing to wear anyway, all your clothes are too small. It’s… best to just ignore those feelings.

As you shuffle back to bed, you sense a light coming from the living room.

“Babe? You awake?” You inch closer.

Ya, it was Arzon, but not awake. His bioluminescence flashed at random, tentacles twitching as he purred.

💭”Aw, he’s dreaming.”

He was too big for the bed, so he stays on the couch; not much bigger but at least he doesn’t fall off or squish you. You kneel down (hard to do) and pet his head, settling his twitches with forehead kisses. Apparently you accidentally kissed his third eye because he slowly lifted his head, groggily blinking with a chirp.

“Shhh~ Go back to sleep honey, it’s just me.”

He does so with a deep growl, resting a tentacle on your hand. You struggle to get back up but you did see what he’s been working on. It’s not in English but it looks like a blueprint for some ring. An official marriage? A translator for me? You’re too tired to think, sinking into your bed.

7 months~ Your breasts are so sore, growing with your belly to absurd levels. You massage them to ease the throbbing, but they are so sensitive. Your nipples perk from sensation, leaking pre-milk, feels really good. You circle your nipples, spreading the thick, sticky milk, continuing to pump out more.

Arzon knocks on your door, you rush over (best you could), face flushed with embarrassment.

“Honey! Wha- what ya uhm… how’ve ya been?” That was the worst act natural acting you ever heard.

Bzzz~ “.Queen.” “..” he definitely noticed, not pressing the button to finish his sentence.

Seeing your wet nipples, he bowed down to your level to see closer. Him being so close made you even more flustered, avoiding eye contact. He touched your boob to examine, making you whimper. He gave a dumbass smile, pulling a “What to Expect when Expecting” book from behind him. Aw shit, he knows.

“A-Arzon~” You are red as a tomato, but he already picked you up; he did it with such ease, you’d think it be harder. He didn’t even struggle, laying you gently back to bed. He kneels down half of him off the bed, hovering above you. Wrapping a tentacle around your boob, he begins to massage, your nipples leaking once more. You massage them to ease other one, moaning in delight. He licks your sticky mess and begins to suckle, wrapping a different tentacle around the other boob. Freeing your hands to coddle and pet his head.

You did need practice after all, best it be a more pleasurable experience first. He wraps more tentacles around your body, squeezing and rubbing your tummy. He tried staying on the bed best he could, you needing to hold his heavy, slippery body. He continued to press, suck, and tug at your breasts; pussy soaked with pleasure.

“You can fit a little more.” You moan through cries and whimpers.“Pump me up again.”

He had his fill of the savory cream, resting his chin on your breast. Lifting your engorged stomach with one tentacle, sliding across your clit with another, suckers kissing your sensitive skin. You can feel his heartbeat getting faster, body temperature scalding, breathing heavier as his eyes begin to spiral. He slaps himself quickly, pausing a moment to compose. He keeps control as he rubs your clit to finish. You do, every muscle tenses as you groan in delight.

Panting, body hot and tired, you call him to stay, cuddling his upper half as the other is still on the floor. Through your exhaustion you start to realize how odd it was.

💭”Why didn’t he put it inside? The babies should be safe and he never had an issue before.”

Your worries however, are soothed with his purrs, his body like a weighted blanket. You had the best sleep you’ve had in decades.

9 months~ Your stomach is grotesquely huge, the weight pulled lower than usual. You’re having some kind of discharge but you can’t see. You can barely feel your pelvis but your back is killing you. Trying to leave bed your knees give way, now sitting on the cold floor.

“Arzon!” You cry for help.

He slithers to you without hesitation, a look of worry swept his face before lifting you off the ground.

“I’m fine babe, just put me back, I’ll be fine.” You don’t know that, you’re just tired.

He snaps in disapproval, covering you with a blanket, leaving the apartment. It’s the middle of the night, you don’t know where you’re going, can’t go to the hospital since Arzon and the babies can’t be discovered.

💭” What’s gonna happen? How long have I been pregnant? Am I gonna give birth!? How am I gonna give birth!? Am I gonna die!?”

All these thoughts flood your head but you keep walking, and walking, then floating. It’s Arzon’s ship. Inside you come across a strange room.

The room was painfully white, strange equipment scattered like a doctor’s lab. You are placed in a tub with odd tubes, getting equipment attached. One was a monitor, one was an IV, and then there was… the ring from his blueprints. You look to Arzon for comfort and answers, but he was stationed at a computer, typing with a serious look. It’s so out of character, panic set in, REALITY set in, you ARE going to give birth… SOON.

You start hyperventilating, tears forming in your eyes, but then tentacles wrap around your head.

Bzzz~ “.Queen.” He kisses your head, your heart calming slightly.

“.Queen.” “.Que-en.” “.L-“ “.Love.” His translator stutters, wrapping you tighter, he’s scared to.

“I love you too” You burrow your head to his chest. You are not ready in the slightest, but these are your babies.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This part is already VERY long so the actual birth will be in part 3!

[blueberryinko]

Nobara and Yuuji taking a photo the day after getting married to tell their future kids what they used to be like. Nobara’s blue body takes up nearly all of the picture frame, their unborn babies wriggling and refusing to sleep inside her. Their dad’s genetics, she thinks fondly.